Chapter 924

The purple light flashed and Mengqi's eyes returned to normal. Countless things flooded into his mind like a tide and he instantly understood the cause and effect. On the surface, he maintained a leisurely smile and raised his finger to fight against Ren Qiushui's probing attack.

Next, he had to do his best to maintain this period of history and not let the big shots of the Nirvana Realm notice anything unusual.

I knew you would know, but I pretended not to know.

…

Time flowed like water and the years passed. In Ningxincheng in the 37th year of Tianle.

The assassin from the Tower of Malevolence who had just killed the leader of the Heaven and Earth Sect, Lin Kang, was running towards the window. He was neither tall nor short, neither muscular nor skinny, but he was unusually confident about the result and did not doubt that he would fail.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank as he saw the window in front of him open silently. A handsome and tall man in a green robe stood outside with his hands behind his back. His eyes were as deep as the sea and were filled with a purple light that made one's heart palpitate and hallucinate. He then raised his slender and powerful right hand and pressed it on his forehead that was looking over.

"The Immortal touched my head and bestowed me with longevity."

For some reason, there was a hint of mockery in the deep, demonic voice.

…

In the Journey to the West, in the ancient times, thunder and fire clashed, the heavens collapsed and the Heavenly Court was about to fall.

Mengqi's figure was looking up at the sky, at the dark red sky and at the terrifying eyes that were filled with chaos and indifference!

The strange eyes seemed to have sensed it and the irregular whirlpool changed slightly, as if it was looking over.

With just a glance, Mengqi's figure felt his heart beating wildly. Every thought and every thought was trying to be independent.

Right at this moment, a wisp of a purple glow appeared in his eyes, and it was strange, indescribable, and mysterious to the extreme. It was actually not much inferior to the eyes of the monsters under the Heaven Dao, and all the chaos and madness vanished without a trace.

Their eyes met and collided, but time began to flow backward. The quiet long river turned into a roaring sea of rage.

…

With the help of the concealment of the Seven-Kill Tablet, instead of the Invincible Blade and the Emperor's Sword, which were two Peerless Heavenly Weapons with strong personal colors, Meng Qi located the history that was related to himself in the Real World. He planted the Supreme Heart Devil in the traces left in the past, using it as a signpost to reach the Nirvana Realm in the future, illuminating the boundless sea of bitterness.

Inside the Emperor of the Netherworld's relic, Qisha Daoist crossed his knees with his long sword and closed his eyes. He did not seem to be interested in what Mengqi was doing.

The dark longsword, which had no patterns or patterns, exuded an almost unparalleled killing intent. It took the lives of all living things around the Seven-Kill Daoist. Even the "shadows of the past" in the illusory river around him were killed, leaving only corresponding traces. At every moment, the Seven-Kill Daoist seemed to be dying and then returning with the power of the Deep Sea Sword.

Evil things were hard to control!

But they had their own unique strengths, just like the filth, strangeness, mystery, and concealment ability of the Claws Of The Devil.

Suddenly, Qisha Daoist opened his eyes, full of boredom of the mortal world. He said in a low voice,

"He has also explored the possibilities of occupying the future?"

…

Above the East Sea, the blue waves were boundless and there were countless islands.

Ji Xing returned to the place where he was born on a magnificent ship with many friends and companions around him. It was enough to show his status in the Jianghu of this sea area.

"This island doesn't even have a name and looks ordinary. I didn't expect it to have someone like you, Young Master Ji," a friend said with a flattering smile.

Ji Xing looked at the dilapidated village and the small half of the mountain peak in front of him. He took off his cloak and threw it to his companions. He said seriously, "Please wait for a moment, I'll go and visit my master first."

After that, without waiting for a reply, he strode up the mountain road and walked towards the depths of the mountain range that seemed to have been struck by lightning. There was a thatched hut where his master lived in seclusion.

After watching Ji Xing's back disappear at the end of the road, the person who spoke just now sighed with emotion.

"I don't know who Young Master Ji's master is. To be able to teach such an outstanding person like him, he must be someone from the Immortal Sect, right?"

Someone next to him immediately echoed, "The Island Masters of the nearby seventy-two islands are very respectful to Young Master Ji and often ask how the old man is doing. It's obvious that they are in awe of the Master behind him and dare not provoke him in any way. If he is not someone from the Immortal Sect, with their eyes on the top of their heads, how would they be like this?"

"Young Master Ji's master is an unknown person and lives in seclusion on this island. We can't be blamed for being ignorant."

"Yes, yes, but perhaps he was once famous in this sea area when he was at his peak?"

…

The discussions drifted into Ji Xing's sharp ears. He smiled faintly and didn't care.

Yes, if he hadn't met his master who lived in seclusion here, where would he have learned such amazing and unique skills? It was much more powerful than the "Star Sparks Art" that most of the Island Masters had collected!

Similarly, if he didn't have his master, how could he have received the respect of the seventy-two Island Masters and been through many daunting experiences since he stepped into the Jianghu?

Before he left the island, he had always thought that his master was a martial artist who had fallen from grace and was discouraged from roaming in the Jianghu. Thus, he lived in seclusion here and ignored the affairs of the world. However, as he traveled this sea area, his knowledge gradually increased, and his understanding of his master was refreshed every day. He was so unfathomable and so high. Every time he thought he had roughly understood his realm, strength, and status in the past, new information would appear and overturn his guesses.

In the end, he could only sigh with emotion. His master was really like a divine dragon in the clouds. He could see his head but not his tail. All he needed to know was that he was very, very powerful.

His footsteps were quick, and he was eager to return home. Ji Xing soon saw the thatched hut, which even he could not enter. Outside the hut stood a dark-skinned man respectfully. It was the Island Master of the nearby Circulation Island, one of the few Great Grandmasters in this sea region.

"I'll accept your gift. You can leave now." Ji Xing heard his master's familiar voice.

The Circulation Island Master was overjoyed. It was as if Ji Xing's master had given him a lot of face by accepting his gift. He bowed repeatedly and left in high spirits. He did not forget to give Ji Xing a few words of encouragement.

Ji Xing strode to the front of the thatched hut, crouched on the ground, and kowtowed nine times.

He said excitedly, "This unworthy disciple greets my master."

The person in the thatched hut was silent for a moment before he sighed and said, "You're not bad. I've heard about your actions from the Island Masters. You might be arrogant, but in the end, you did not neglect your martial arts. You did not betray my teachings."

For some reason, Ji Xing broke into a cold sweat and said in a fluster, "Master, I often think about your words. I dare not forget them!"

The voice of the person in the thatched hut suddenly became a little older. "Since you've passed the test, I will officially take you into my school today. I will also tell you about the situation of our school and my true identity."

"Thank you, Master!" Ji Xing was just like the Circulation Island Master. He was overjoyed and his eyes were full of excitement.

Ji Xing heard the sound of the door opening. He looked up and the scene in the thatched hut appeared in his eyes.

His master, who was slightly thin, seemed to have not experienced the erosion of time. He still maintained the appearance of a refined middle-aged man. A few strands of silver hair and the tiredness in the corners of his eyes could be vaguely seen. His realm was still unfathomable.

"My surname is He Mu. I've traveled the East Sea for more than a hundred years. My most well-known nickname is' Heavenly Deficiency Sword '," Ji Xing's master said calmly.

He Mu? Heavenly Deficiency Sword? Ji Xing stared blankly as he listened, actually not daring to believe it.

He was the most famous Sword Celestial in the East Sea decades ago. It was said that he had already reached the realm of Earth Immortal. And he was actually his master?

This was really unexpected!

The master who lived a simple life in seclusion on the small island was actually He Mu, Heavenly Deficiency Sword!

He Mu ignored Ji Xing's reaction and said, "I was born in the holy land of Taoism, Kunlun Mountain's Yuxu Palace more than a hundred years ago. You'll be officially accepted into the sect after paying respects to the founder. You'll get to know the Martial Uncles and Senior Sisters in the future."

Even after more than a hundred years, Ji Xing still heard of the name of Kunlun Mountain's Yuxu Palace. He vaguely knew that it was related to the Myriad World Talisman. It was an extremely prominent sect that could be called the holy land of Taoism. However, it declined for some reason and disappeared in the long river of history.

He did not expect that his master was born in Kunlun Mountain's Yuxu Palace!

He did not expect that he would be involved with this ancient holy land of Taoism!

He collected his thoughts, stood up solemnly and stepped into the thatched hut.

As He Mu stepped aside, he saw the two statues that were worshiped. The words "Heavenly Lord Yuanshi" were written on the top and "Primitive Emperor Su Meng" was written on the bottom.

"The grandmaster of our sect is the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi. Your grandmaster, the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi, is the second generation disciple and the current leader," He Mu introduced solemnly and respectfully.

Primitive Emperor Su Meng? Ji Xing's mouth opened a little.

He was not unfamiliar with this name at all. It was said that he was the first mighty person in the real world to achieve the Legendary realm by himself in modern times. Later on, he even ascended to the Creation Realm and became a Great Medium, stirring up the world. The Myriad World Talisman was his casual creation, which was remembered by generations of people until now.

Moreover, the Great Divinity was separated from the Jianghu by countless levels. To him, suddenly having such a grandmaster was simply like a dream!

It was too good to be true!

He thought that having a master who was an Earth Fairy or Divine Fairy was already impressive. It could be seen from the attitude of the Circulation Island Master just now. Moreover, such a powerful master was respectful to the grandmaster's name!

"Grandmaster, didn't I hear that the grandmaster had fallen?" Ji Xing suddenly remembered this matter.

He Mu said indifferently, "The grandmaster did not fall. If he returns, he will definitely shock the heavens."

Ji Xing did not ask any more questions. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and followed He Mu's instructions to start the initiation ceremony.

When both of their gazes left the statue of the Primitive Emperor, the eyes of the clay sculpture puppet suddenly emitted a touch of purple.